Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Benin and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Dorothy Ashby to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Livin' Joy,
Tommy Roe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Archie Shepp,
The Fortunes,
Ken Boothe,
John Foxx,
Sonic Youth,
OOIOO,
Gang of Four,
Judy Mowatt,
Shoche,
Amazonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dead Boys,
Roxy Music,
Technova,
Nico,
the Normal,
Skarface,
David Axelrod,
T. Rex,
Piero Umiliani,
Hot Snakes,
Radiohead,
Yazoo,
Sällskapet,
Reuben Wilson,
Swell Maps,
Organ,
Morten Harket,
Jerry's Kids,
Talk Talk,
The Angels of Light,
Sun Ra,
Alice Coltrane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Porter Ricks,
Amon Düül II,
Sugar Minott,
Section 25,
Agitation Free,
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter and Kerry,
The Modern Lovers,
Rod Modell,
48th St. Collective,
Animal Collective,
Joe Smooth,
Scion,
The Raincoats,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dawn Penn,
Dual Sessions,
Unwound,
Tomorrow,
Joy Division,
Man Parrish,
Surgeon,
In Retrospect,
Minor Threat,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.